Bates served me, as usual, a breakfast that gave a fair aspect to the morning.

The eggs he sent this morning were not quite up to the mark.

“Sister Theresa told me this morning he was here.

I followed Pickering rather loathly to where the companions of his travels were pacing to and fro in the crisp morning air.

I laugh still whenever I remember that morning at Annandale station.

He passed through only this morning, so the mail-boy told me.

“I’ll give you a note to Mr. Stoddard in the morning.

And I may say here, that while there was a slight hitch sometimes in the delivery of supplies from the village; while the fish which Bates caused to be shipped from Chicago for delivery every Friday morning failed once or twice, and while the grape-fruit for breakfast was not always what it should have been,—the supply of candles seemed inexhaustible.

She’s a little mite who just about comes to the lapel of your coat, her eyes are as black as midnight—” “Then she didn’t talk to Pickering and his friends at the station this morning—the prettiest girl in the world—gray hat, gray coat, blue eyes?

On top of my mail next morning lay a small envelope, unstamped, and addressed to me in a free running hand.

I’ll sleep it off and be as lively as a cricket in the morning.”

A few of the large cathedral candles still burned brightly in several places, their flame rising strangely in the gray morning light.

“It was early this morning,” he faltered, “about two o’clock, I heard noises in the lower part of the house.

The next morning Bates placed a letter postmarked Cincinnati at my plate.

I have a letter from Mr. Pickering myself this morning.

“She came up this morning, and the Sister left at once for Chicago.

I had spent my morning in the towers, where it was beastly cold, to no purpose and was not in a mood for the ready acceptance of new theories.

The late Dr. Henry Thayer, founder of Thayer's Laboratory in Cambridge, was walking along a street one winter morning.

" In a North of England town recently a company of local amateurs produced Hamlet, and the following account of the proceedings appeared in the local paper next morning: "Last night all the fashionables and elite of our town gathered to witness a performance of Hamlet at the Town Hall.

"The next morning, having no further use for him, I told him he could go; but he begged so hard to remain that I let him go into the cellar and empty some apple barrels, putting the good apples into one barrel and throwing away the rotten onesabout a half hour's work.

As the sun rose on the morning of the 3d of June 171-, the report of a cannon was heard rolling along the waters of the Hudson.

He had just dismissed one of these loitering negroes, when, on turning a corner, a man of his own color, for the first time that morning, suddenly stood before him.

"The orb of daythe morning gunand Mr Alderman Van Beverout!" exclaimed the individual encountered.

though I scent the morning air, and must return, it is not forbid to tell the secrets of my prison-house.

what lies are floating about the docks this morning?